**Out of Character**
IGN: ThermalGhost365
Age: 16
How did you find us?
What Roleplay experience do you have?
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is where you use OOC knowledge IC, like when you see someone’s nametag floating above their head, and run around a wall to go talk to them. This is Metagaming because that nametag is not floating above their head IC.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming is making your character do something that wouldn’t be humanly able, or doing something to another character without their consent. E.g; “*John punches Dan in the face*” the correct way would be: “*John swings a punch at Dan, aiming for his face*”.
Define God-Modding in your words:
Godmodding is essentially powergaming it's making your character invincible. E.G *Dodges all his punches* or *Dodges the 20 arrows* *Counters the knife from behind and stabs the man in the throat*
**In Character**
Name:Jon Worrinkag
Nickname:
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human - Nord Appearance: Standing at 6ft tall he was the tallest of all his family. When in public he was taller than most except a few "abnormal" people.
Jons eyes often being admired for being an icy blue like the deep blue water in the icy glaciers, it is a distinct feature of his that he can be easily identified by.
Jon has dirty blond hair, not that of a tramp on the street but a clean haired dark blond with hair that rests on his broad shoulders.
Jon wears a rough leather jacket, it has reinforced elbows and knees, these have lots of scratches and tears that have been quickly sewn up. This makes it is to tell Jon has been wearing it for a long time and all the time. Personality: Jon has always been playful and wanting to have fun. Ever since he was a kid he loved to play with friends, perhaps now he likes to have fun in other ways than hide and seek.
Jon is a good leader and a follower, he has gained the leadership qualities from being trained as a guard at his fathers estate. Jon can take orders and likes to take orders he gained this from travelling as a merchant.
Jon is a caring soul, he always tends to those less off than him and he tries his best to respect those less off. In-game RP example: (Include dialog) *A warm day at the blacksmith forge* *Enter a traveller* Jon: What do you need stranger? Stranger: I need a steel dagger, My iron one broke a few nights back Jon: Ah let me get one for you. *picks up dagger from the shelf* Stranger: How much would that be my good friend? Jon: 50 gold Stranger: Here *hands over small money pouch* Jon: Feels a little light *stands up* About half short! Stranger: Oh I have no idea what you are talking about... There is 50 gold in there *lies in fear* Jon: *Sets dagger on table, Emptys pouch on table, *At a glance there is obviously not 50 coins in the purse* I was right its short! Stranger: *Walks towards table* Oh I must have some... *grabs dagger and attempts to hold it to Jons neck* Jon: *Walks back* Prepare to die you thieving scum! Stranger: Oh I think not you filthy hu... Jon: *Lunges at the man attempting to punch him* Stranger: *Is caught off guard and is dazed by the strike* Jon: *Kicks the mans knee whilst he is dazed* Stranger: *Falls over due to the force of the kick* Jon: *Uses his strength to attempt to pry the dagger from the man* Stranger: Stop I yield *lets go of the weapon* Jon: *Helps the stranger up wearily* Now give me my gold... Stranger: Ok here *hands over 20 gold* Jon: Now beat it *kicks dagger towards the stranger* Stranger: Thank you... Friend, Thank you... *Scrabbles to his feet picking up the dagger and runs off into the woods* Jon: *Sits down at the grindstone and starts sharpening various other weapons with adrenaline still in his system* Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Jon grew up on an estate outside on the edge of Skyrim with his mother, father and his brother Edgar on their estate. He had dirty blond hair, blue coloured eyes, Always wore padded trousers and a shirt, he was 6 foot and an average build. Jon had a few close friends when he was young who were also estate children. Everyday he would run around an orchard behind the house with them, they would laugh and run through the crops trampling them like they don't care. Of course Jon's father always shouted at him but, he was after all a kid and he didn't hold it against him. Jon's favourite game was hide and seek, he would hide up a tree or among the plants, he always won. Jon's family was quite wealthy. Jon family made most of their income from investments in local businesses. Jon started working for his father for the rest of his teenage years as an estate guard this was due to Jon's obbession with " swords mastery" he had grown tired of labouring and wanted to be a guard for one of the skyrim cities... But his dad wanted him to defend this estate instead. Jon started to build up muscles and stunt his growth by training with heavy swords and doing physical tests. At the age of 18 Jon left home. Trying to make a living for himself and not relying on his fathers gold.
For the first time he was on his own. He began to travel around the land trying to find work, He eventually met a man called Nikolia who said Jon can help him as a travelling merchant. Jon entrigued and eager to help accepted his offer and traveled across Skyrim selling basic wares like iron bars and leather. It was a well payed job but also had uncomfortable sleeping conditions and living conditions. Jon still loved the job despite those minor fallbacks. Jon always spared a piece of gold for those in need, every night he was in a town or any sort of settlement he would sneak away from Nikolia and buy the poor food or a place to stay. He got to visit many places and see beautiful scenery. It seemed it was going some well, He got a lot of gold and had a new best friend called Nikolia but when life was at its high it was about to get to a low. One night whilst Jon and Nikolia were sleeping they were woken by sounds of sculling and loud whispers. When Jon opened his eyes he seen his goods and gold were being stolen by a group of 3 men, Jon hit Nikolia to wake him up and tell him what is happening, Nikolia unsheathed his dagger and jumped out of the wagon and started waving it at the men. The men ran in fear with Jon's and Nikolias gold and equipment. It was not long after this had happened that Nikolia and Jon grew further and further away from each other until one morning Nikolia spoke to Jon and wished him goodbye and made Jon leave his wagon . Due to this Jon became upset, he was an emotional person he thought Nikolia as a friend but it turns out he dumped him like Jon dumped his family...
In depression he decided he needed somewhere to settle down, a place of security and people, somewhere safe, somewhere he can have family... Home. So he decided to move back to the estate, a huge walled and safe home that he had grown up in and he seen how much it has changed since he left home those years ago. So he arrived in the capitol a few days later and got a job in his fathers estate as a guard again defending his other family everyday and looking after the valuables. He was quite well paid for the job and he got a room in the house and free food. Life seemed to become very easy from that point onwards, Jon was uneasy about this and decided to leave yet again...
He went far away to a place called Avakir which he had heard rumours of a "gold island" perhaps Jon went in hope of meeting new people and starting fresh or perhaps for greed.He didn't know but one thing he did know was...
He will never return home...
And remember Skooma Kills
**Out of Character**
IGN: Shin_Takeshi
Age: 22
How did you find us? forum Search
What Roleplay experience do you have? A great, great deal.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using information you know Out of Character, but that is foreign to your Character, in order to gain an advantage within a roleplaying Situation.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Bending or Ignoring Roleplay, or forcing actions upon anouther character despite what they may be able to do. Ignoring wounds, or effects.
Define God-Modding in your words: Being unbeatable, in any situation. Bending rules beyond powergaming to keep ones character alive.
**In Character**
Name: Devlin Charst
Nickname: None
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: His body is adorned in loose clothing, save for the straps that hold his items and whatever blade he may have at the time. His head is usually covered with a leather cap that covers all but his jaw, where his black goatee hangs from. his chin.
Personality: For the most part a curious and excitable man. Hes rather good mannered and good natured, and when it comes to things he believes in he is rather blunt and determined.
In-game RP example:
"Guys, let us not get too out of hand here." Said the Imperial, Devlin, to the two orcs that were leering over him, chuckling a bit in hopes he might leave from this situation intact. "How about I buy your next rounds, aye?"
Background:
Devlin was always a curious child. Reading stories, and playing adventurer with his brother when he was youthful, where he'd often be scolded for running off and trying to wander forests and caves in search of adventure like his father before him. His father, an adventurer once, turned leatherworker was keen on his two children following his footsteps. while Devlin did so, he did not with a smile. He often tried to still find adventure wherever possible, reading books on magic and monsters.
He ended up hopping a boat in the late teenage years of his life, traveling out to places unknown to him. Bringing with clothes, some coin, books, and a kinfe. Thinking he'd find grand adventure wherever he would end up. The truth, was far from true. Instead, he ended up working as an Inn's cleaner when his adventures locked him down with no food, provisions, or even an idea where to begin.
Eventually, he managed to convince a small troupe to hire him on as basically a packmule. Carrying their supplies in tow with him as they did the actual hard parts. Its where he found his first tate of danger, as well. Spiders, Wolves, creatures he had no idea what to call them. The danger scared him, but the excitement that he had... it wasn't enough. He needed more.
Years passed, where he moved up from a packmule to having his own reigns on the world now. Traveling about, he found his way to Akavir, where he decided his journey would truly begin. It was here he would become an adventurer, not just a child with dreams of it, nor the slave of another group. No, this was his story...
[color=#DDD123][font=Arial][size=small][background=rgb(16, 16, 16)]**Out of Character**
IGN:None
Age:11(Sorry)
How did you find us?I love the ES games and have been a fan for years. I found it when looking for RP servers.
What Roleplay experience do you have?TES 3,4,5 all the way through.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Not sure but seems bad.
Define Power-gaming in your words:I dunno.
Define God-Modding in your words:Being invincible and annoying.
**In Character**
Name:Kaiont
Nickname: (Optional)
Age:23
Gender:Male
Race:Khajiit
Appearance:Lightly armored, tall ears, war paint across right eye, large scar on left arm, orcish sword at side.
Personality:Light tempered, but readily prepared during battle.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)The giant charged toward the High Elves, as one said, long silvery hair blowing behind,"You take the left side and hit'em with your bow."
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.)Kaiont was an unhappy boy. The first years of his life were spent on the road, and a meal of bread and stew came, if not once a day. Hungry, poor, and terrorized was how he spent his first years. By the time he was eight, his caravan had reached a route in High Rock, that on the later stage went through Hammerfell. One day, the caravan was extemporaneously interrupted by a group of Imperial Officers who discovered a sack of skooma, so his family was taken captive by the Officers. Once he was transported to Cyrodill, they sent Kaiont away out of the Imperial City into Solstheim, where he was adopted by a Nordic family in a Nordic settlement. By now he was 9 and a half, mature enough to be apprenticed by his father, Rienull. Kaiont learned the forge, for he was a child prodigy. By the time Kaiont was 15, his father was sick and dying,but by this time, Kaiont had crafted some of the finest Nordic Carved Armour. While in the month of Heartfire, Rienull died. Furious, Kaiont set out for Cyrodill seeking revenge. When he was 17, he came across a group of well armed bandits hiding out in a cave not far from the Imperial city. He made plans to secretly attack on the following month. The day of the attack, Kaiont had been injured in training. His arm was badly wounded, so he was unable to seek his lost family. Kaiont later learned the bandits who left never returned. Now at age 18, he left for High Rock in search of business. By now he had obtained adept war skills, forging techniques, and trading and bartering skills. Once he arrived, he learned of a new land known as Akavir. Kaiont thought maybe this place was the answer. He began working for a local forge, were he made a living out of arms and armor. By the time he was 23, he had made enough to buy a house and move to Akavir. Also Skooma Kills.
**Out of Character** IGN: Akait Age: 19 How did you find us? Looking through the minecraft forums. What Roleplay experience do you have? 4-5 years on a different roleplay format, Multi Theft Auto. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using Out of Character knowledge to gain in character advantages. Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing something that's inhumanly possible, forcing your actions on others. Define God-Modding in your words: Enhancing your game experience to gain a unfair advantage over other players.
**In Character**Name: Drynjo Nickname: Dry. Age: 35 Gender: Male. Race: Nord. Appearance: He would be seemingly built, and thick arms like of a lumberjack. His hair color is a dirty blond and he has scars running all along his arms and hands. He has the legs of a runner and the feet of a clown, he keeps the same facial expression at all times, a neutral look. Personality: Calm, prefers to talk rather than fight, kind hearted and humble. In-game RP example: *Drynjo raises the axe high above his head slamming it down into the lumber in front of him, releasing a grunt as the axe strikes the lumber. Dagljo yells from across the yard "Be careful with that, no needs to take your frustrations out on it!" Background: I grew up with my brother Dagljo back in Skyrim, we didn't live a rich life but it was a happy one. Our father provided during the day and was a successful lumberjack, our mother worked in the local stalls and we had to provide for ourselves. We lived in our dad's logging camp along the Darkwater River in Eastmarch. Both of us followed our father's footsteps and moved out by the time we were 17, we kept traveling through Skyrim. We met a few kind folk along the way, and some weird fellows. After the age-long adventure we ended up in Akavir, set up a small shack and made it into a logging camp of our own. We keep to our own business and try not to interfere with other people.
**Out of Character** IGN: Alper535 Age: 19 How did you find us?: Looking for a RP server that is decent and has a nice playerbase, and I found this one on the forums. What Roleplay experience do you have?: I roleplayed for a little bit over 4 years in Garrysmod/GTA San Andreas and know how to correctly roleplay Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is knowing out of character information in character and using it. Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming is committing unhuman actions and forcing your actions onto others. Define God-Modding in your words: Cheating and/or giving yourself an unfair advantage over players without playing by the rules.
**In Character** Name: Dagljo Nickname: (Optional) Age: 34 Gender: Male Race: Nord Appearance: Tall, big boned build with thick, callused hands. Facial hair seems to be dense and curly, the roots of his hair always seemingly damp from the constant perspiring. Personality: Kindhearted, calm and humble. Stubborn at times. In-game RP example: (Include dialog) **Dagljo raises his two arms, swinging the fishing pole over his head as he casts the line into the river. A thick, sausage-like finger rests against the line to test for any resistance as he barks out, "Haven't got a single fish all day, just my luck." Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Growing up with a small family consisting of his brother and older sister in a logging camp, Dagljo was a hard working boy. A lumberyard owned by his father was the source of his hardwork, turning him into quite the laborer before he knew how to read. After deciding that business in Eastmarch wasn't too well, his brother and himself decided that leaving the camp on Darkwater river was most likely the best idea for him and his brother. Using a small reserve of their septims, two horses and a carriage were purchased by the two as they set off on a not-too familiar road in search of a good place to settle down and start a business. Akavir seemed a good place as any as they rode into the first town they could find, ready for a nice cup of mead and a warm bed to start their new lives. Skooma does in fact kill.
**Out of Character**
IGN: ThermalGhost365
Age: 16
How did you find us?
What Roleplay experience do you have?
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is where you use OOC knowledge IC, like when you see someone’s nametag floating above their head, and run around a wall to go talk to them. This is Metagaming because that nametag is not floating above their head IC.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming is making your character do something that wouldn’t be humanly able, or doing something to another character without their consent. E.g; “*John punches Dan in the face*” the correct way would be: “*John swings a punch at Dan, aiming for his face*”.
Define God-Modding in your words:
Godmodding is essentially powergaming it's making your character invincible. E.G *Dodges all his punches* or *Dodges the 20 arrows* *Counters the knife from behind and stabs the man in the throat*
**In Character**
Name:Jon Worrinkag
Nickname:
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human - Nord Appearance: Standing at 6ft tall he was the tallest of all his family. When in public he was taller than most except a few "abnormal" people.
Jons eyes often being admired for being an icy blue like the deep blue water in the icy glaciers, it is a distinct feature of his that he can be easily identified by.
Jon has dirty blond hair, not that of a tramp on the street but a clean haired dark blond with hair that rests on his broad shoulders.
Jon wears a rough leather jacket, it has reinforced elbows and knees, these have lots of scratches and tears that have been quickly sewn up. This makes it is to tell Jon has been wearing it for a long time and all the time. Personality: Jon has always been playful and wanting to have fun. Ever since he was a kid he loved to play with friends, perhaps now he likes to have fun in other ways than hide and seek.
Jon is a good leader and a follower, he has gained the leadership qualities from being trained as a guard at his fathers estate. Jon can take orders and likes to take orders he gained this from travelling as a merchant.
Jon is a caring soul, he always tends to those less off than him and he tries his best to respect those less off. In-game RP example: (Include dialog) *A warm day at the blacksmith forge* *Enter a traveller* Jon: What do you need stranger? Stranger: I need a steel dagger, My iron one broke a few nights back Jon: Ah let me get one for you. *picks up dagger from the shelf* Stranger: How much would that be my good friend? Jon: 50 gold Stranger: Here *hands over small money pouch* Jon: Feels a little light *stands up* About half short! Stranger: Oh I have no idea what you are talking about... There is 50 gold in there *lies in fear* Jon: *Sets dagger on table, Emptys pouch on table, *At a glance there is obviously not 50 coins in the purse* I was right its short! Stranger: *Walks towards table* Oh I must have some... *grabs dagger and attempts to hold it to Jons neck* Jon: *Walks back* Prepare to die you thieving scum! Stranger: Oh I think not you filthy hu... Jon: *Lunges at the man attempting to punch him* Stranger: *Is caught off guard and is dazed by the strike* Jon: *Kicks the mans knee whilst he is dazed* Stranger: *Falls over due to the force of the kick* Jon: *Uses his strength to attempt to pry the dagger from the man* Stranger: Stop I yield *lets go of the weapon* Jon: *Helps the stranger up wearily* Now give me my gold... Stranger: Ok here *hands over 20 gold* Jon: Now beat it *kicks dagger towards the stranger* Stranger: Thank you... Friend, Thank you... *Scrabbles to his feet picking up the dagger and runs off into the woods* Jon: *Sits down at the grindstone and starts sharpening various other weapons with adrenaline still in his system* Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Jon grew up on an estate outside on the edge of Skyrim with his mother, father and his brother Edgar on their estate. He had dirty blond hair, blue coloured eyes, Always wore padded trousers and a shirt, he was 6 foot and an average build. Jon had a few close friends when he was young who were also estate children. Everyday he would run around an orchard behind the house with them, they would laugh and run through the crops trampling them like they don't care. Of course Jon's father always shouted at him but, he was after all a kid and he didn't hold it against him. Jon's favourite game was hide and seek, he would hide up a tree or among the plants, he always won. Jon's family was quite wealthy. Jon family made most of their income from investments in local businesses. Jon started working for his father for the rest of his teenage years as an estate guard this was due to Jon's obbession with " swords mastery" he had grown tired of labouring and wanted to be a guard for one of the skyrim cities... But his dad wanted him to defend this estate instead. Jon started to build up muscles and stunt his growth by training with heavy swords and doing physical tests. At the age of 18 Jon left home. Trying to make a living for himself and not relying on his fathers gold.
For the first time he was on his own. He began to travel around the land trying to find work, He eventually met a man called Nikolia who said Jon can help him as a travelling merchant. Jon entrigued and eager to help accepted his offer and traveled across Skyrim selling basic wares like iron bars and leather. It was a well payed job but also had uncomfortable sleeping conditions and living conditions. Jon still loved the job despite those minor fallbacks. Jon always spared a piece of gold for those in need, every night he was in a town or any sort of settlement he would sneak away from Nikolia and buy the poor food or a place to stay. He got to visit many places and see beautiful scenery. It seemed it was going some well, He got a lot of gold and had a new best friend called Nikolia but when life was at its high it was about to get to a low. One night whilst Jon and Nikolia were sleeping they were woken by sounds of sculling and loud whispers. When Jon opened his eyes he seen his goods and gold were being stolen by a group of 3 men, Jon hit Nikolia to wake him up and tell him what is happening, Nikolia unsheathed his dagger and jumped out of the wagon and started waving it at the men. The men ran in fear with Jon's and Nikolias gold and equipment. It was not long after this had happened that Nikolia and Jon grew further and further away from each other until one morning Nikolia spoke to Jon and wished him goodbye and made Jon leave his wagon . Due to this Jon became upset, he was an emotional person he thought Nikolia as a friend but it turns out he dumped him like Jon dumped his family...
In depression he decided he needed somewhere to settle down, a place of security and people, somewhere safe, somewhere he can have family... Home. So he decided to move back to the estate, a huge walled and safe home that he had grown up in and he seen how much it has changed since he left home those years ago. So he arrived in the capitol a few days later and got a job in his fathers estate as a guard again defending his other family everyday and looking after the valuables. He was quite well paid for the job and he got a room in the house and free food. Life seemed to become very easy from that point onwards, Jon was uneasy about this and decided to leave yet again...
He went far away to a place called Avakir which he had heard rumours of a "gold island" perhaps Jon went in hope of meeting new people and starting fresh or perhaps for greed.He didn't know but one thing he did know was...
He will never return home...
And remember Skooma Kills
-Multiple errors in your grammar, mainly in backstory.
-Jon is an English name, please find an appropriate Nordic one.
-Although I see its not intentional your Rp example shows signs of power-gaming
-6 feet tall isn't actually that big for a Nord, this doesn't affect my judgement but you might want to make him slightly taller.
-Please fill in the "How you found us" and the "Roleplay experience" boxes, even if you have no examples.
-Why did he go to a town/city to get a job at his fathers estate instead of just visiting his father and getting hired that way?
-Remember that your Leather Jacket will have to be old fashioned/medieval, Id like a few more details about how it looks.
-Please extend your god-modding definition slightly.
Post a new copy of your app when you're finished, until they you are denied.
"You are the Warlord now. You have been with me throughout my reign, now make me proud."~Warlord Karashuk'nil Rayzee
"Those are brave men," he told Ser Balon in admiration. "Let's go kill them." -Tyrion Lannister
"I will hurt you for this. A day will come when your joy will turn to ashes and you will know the debt is paid."-Tyrion Lannister
"Is there singing in the Void? Dancing? Surely the Dread Lord will at least allow poor Cicero to caper..."-Cicero
**Out of Character**
IGN: Theviper235
Age: 14
How did you find us? I was accepted to the server prior to the owner switch
What Roleplay experience do you have? I have been accepted onto two serious RP servers (Akavir and Reclamation)
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-Gaming is learning somthing OOC and using it IC. Basically, You only know what your character knows.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is the act of forcing an action upon another character.
Define God-Modding in your words: God-Modding is essentially being godlike. An example would be "Catches arrows and throws them back"
**In Character**
Name: Grolotz Urzgo
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Appearance: Grolotz has long black hair which is tied down the back of his head by a gold ring. He stands 6 feet tall with muscular legs and arms. He has one blank white eye, the other yellow with a black pupil. He has no facial hair but has a worn leather chestplate and worn leather leggings as well with many tears in the leather. He wears a bear skin robe 'round his back.
Personality: Theres nothing Grolotz enjoys more than smithing and fighting, And hes good at both due to the fact he'd been doing the two things at a young age in his stronghold. Although he seems fearless he has one fear and thats spiders, large ones at that. Grolotz is also a fast learner.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Grolotz: *Enters inn and sees a drunk nord downing large amounts of ale*
Grolotz: *Walks to Inkeepers table*
Grolotz: How much would a bottle of ale cost?
Inkeeper: That would be 10 gold sir.
Grolotz: Perfect *Hands inkeeper 10 gold*
Inkeeper: Here, Just try not to end up like him *Hands ale then points to drunk Nord*
Nord: Excuse me you ? *Said slurred and loud*
Nord: What do you mean end up like me?? *Said slurred and loud*
Nord: *Throws empty ale bottle at Inkeeper*
Inkeeper: *Attempts to duck beneath desk but the bottle clips her shoulder*
Inkeeper: *Yells in pain loudly*
Grolotz: HEY! *Yells*
Grolotz: *Grabs alto wine bottle off of desk and hurls it at the Nords leg*
Nord: *The bottle explodes and sends glass deep into his leg* Why you! *Charges with a limp towards Grolotz*
Grolotz: *When the Nord is close enough, Attempts to grab by throat, lift, and slam into the ground*
Nord: *Gets lifted and thrown into the wood floor being knocked out on impact.*
Grolotz: Someone needs to get help for this woman...
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Grolotz grew up in an orc stronghold near Riften called Largashbur. Growing up Grolotz was fascinated with the art of smithing and two handed combat. Grolotz was the only child in the stronghold due to the fact that only the chief of the stronghold could have children. Although Grolotz had no friends in the stronghold he was rarely lonely. In his spare time he'd chop wood or watch his father smith. Grolotz didn't get to see his father often because he normally was busy with something. As Grolotz progressed into his teenage years he began to do more chores around the stronghold to earn some money. As a young teenager he often dreamed of leaving the stronghold. He knew his father would be far from happy if he actually left the stronghold. With some coin in his pocket Grolotz often tried sneaking out of the stronghold at night heading towards Riften to purchase ale and such. Grolotz had rarely ever succeeded in leaving the Stronghold but that didnt stop him from trying. Whenever he was caught trying to leave he was brought to his father who was furious at the fact he was trying to leave. His father thought he was too young to make the trip with all of the potential dangers lurking ahead. As Grolotz began to mature and get older he decided it was time to learn the art of smithing. His father began to teach him how to smith using orichalcum and various other ores that were available to them. As months passed Grolotz learned about how to use the grindstone and the forge. Once his father taught him everything he knew about smithing weaponry he began to teach him about the smithing of armors. Grolotz being the fast learner that he is knew how to craft fine armors and weaponry in short amounts of time.
Once Grolotz became 27 he decided it was time to leave the stronghold reguardless of whether his father cared or not. Late at night one day Grolotz entered his and his fathers home and began piling his belongings into a sack. After he had his stuff he wrote a note saying goodbye to his father and set it on a table. Grolotz then abandoned the stronghold and made his way to Riften.
Grolotz set up a small stall in the center of Riften and began selling armor and weapons he had crafted. After a few weeks passed he had enough money to purchase a horse and had virtually no gear left to sell. After he purchased the horse he shut his stall down, Gathered his things, and set off towards Solitude. Once arriving in Solitude Grolotz had alot of spare time so he'd often help around the docks which had gotten him nice coin and made him quite muscular. With the money he had earned at the docks he purchased a battle axe and began to practice when he wasnt working at the docks. Since he had no place to sleep he often slept at the Inn. More than often there were drunks in the Inn which began to become a problem.One day Grolotz left his room to find a Drunk nord throwing bottles at people who were leaving. Grolotz had ran towards the Nord and grabbed him by the throat with both hands. He smashed the Drunks head onto a table which left the Nord laying there as if dead. Grolotz was suprised to find the city guard blasting into the Inn and arresting him on sight. While in jail the Orc had been furious. He often thought that his arrest wasnt right they shouldve arrested the Drunk. Grolotz began to consider escaping. One night he finally had the courage to try. A friend of his at the docks informed him of ship coming by that night. Grolotz had found a way from his cell to the sewers which lead to the docks. Managing to crawl into the sewer entrance he found his way to the docks. Upon swimming to the surface he sighted a large ship which was certain to be the one his friend had described. Grolotz climbed up onto the docks and saw a large wooden box. Without hesitating he stuffed himself into the box and awaited for the ship. Once the ship was close enough he could hear men lifting crates onto the ship. What had heard like to men approaching him began to lift the crate he was in onto the ship. For the next few days he was sailing somewhere except he didnt know where. The boat had finally stopped and people were unloading crates. Once Grolotz crate was off the ship he waited until the ship began to depart so he could exit the crate. Upon exiting the crate he began to wander about wondering where he was...
Little did he know he was in Akavir
**Out of Character** IGN: Alper535 Age: 19 How did you find us?: Looking for a RP server that is decent and has a nice playerbase, and I found this one on the forums. What Roleplay experience do you have?: I roleplayed for a little bit over 4 years in Garrysmod/GTA San Andreas and know how to correctly roleplay Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is knowing out of character information in character and using it. Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming is committing unhuman actions and forcing your actions onto others. Define God-Modding in your words: Cheating and/or giving yourself an unfair advantage over players without playing by the rules.
**In Character** Name: Dagljo Nickname: (Optional) Age: 34 Gender: Male Race: Nord Appearance: Tall, big boned build with thick, callused hands. Facial hair seems to be dense and curly, the roots of his hair always seemingly damp from the constant perspiring. Personality: Kindhearted, calm and humble. Stubborn at times. In-game RP example: (Include dialog) **Dagljo raises his two arms, swinging the fishing pole over his head as he casts the line into the river. A thick, sausage-like finger rests against the line to test for any resistance as he barks out, "Haven't got a single fish all day, just my luck." Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Growing up with a small family consisting of his brother and older sister in a logging camp, Dagljo was a hard working boy. A lumberyard owned by his father was the source of his hardwork, turning him into quite the laborer before he knew how to read. After deciding that business in Eastmarch wasn't too well, his brother and himself decided that leaving the camp on Darkwater river was most likely the best idea for him and his brother. Using a small reserve of their septims, two horses and a carriage were purchased by the two as they set off on a not-too familiar road in search of a good place to settle down and start a business. Akavir seemed a good place as any as they rode into the first town they could find, ready for a nice cup of mead and a warm bed to start their new lives. Skooma does in fact kill.
Hi there. I'm not a whitelister, but I know how the process works so let me help you out:
-Definitions should be expanded (preferably with examples)
-Dagljo isn't really a lore-friendly name for a Nord. If anything, it would be an Argonian name, but not really.
-Expand upon appearance (height, weight, facial features, etc.)
-RP example isn't really RP. Perhaps show him interacting with someone. You don't have to be fighting, but it's easy to write.
-Backstory is too short, has to be at least two paragraphs. Explain how his childhood was, perhaps. Providence evidence of how he honed his skills. A common laborer doesn't get by too easily in Akavir, give him some sort of specialization.
-One does not simply ride a horse into Akavir. It is not a town, it is a continent about 1,000 miles away from Tamriel across an entire ocean.
Or atleast ones that pay attention to posted apps. I've posted mine 3 times now, and I dont appear to be the only one who's apps are just being outright overlooked.
**Out of Character**
IGN: Shin_Takeshi
Age: 22
How did you find us? forum Search
What Roleplay experience do you have? A great, great deal.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using information you know Out of Character, but that is foreign to your Character, in order to gain an advantage within a roleplaying Situation.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Bending or Ignoring Roleplay, or forcing actions upon anouther character despite what they may be able to do. Ignoring wounds, or effects.
Define God-Modding in your words: Being unbeatable, in any situation. Bending rules beyond powergaming to keep ones character alive.
**In Character**
Name: Devlin Charst
Nickname: None
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: His body is adorned in loose clothing, save for the straps that hold his items and whatever blade he may have at the time. His head is usually covered with a leather cap that covers all but his jaw, where his black goatee hangs from. his chin.
Personality: For the most part a curious and excitable man. Hes rather good mannered and good natured, and when it comes to things he believes in he is rather blunt and determined.
In-game RP example:
"Guys, let us not get too out of hand here." Said the Imperial, Devlin, to the two orcs that were leering over him, chuckling a bit in hopes he might leave from this situation intact. "How about I buy your next rounds, aye?" A weak smile as he lifted up his coinpurse, barely weighed down at all but if it would mean helping him escape harm, the lost coin was worth it.
Assuming the two agreed, Devlin would wander off while they were awaiting their drink. It wasn't wise to remain where strife had just happened. After all, there was word of adventure out to the north. He climbed up atop the mule he had purchased to haul loose gear, trotting off towards adventure!
Background:
Devlin was always a curious child. Reading stories, and playing adventurer with his brother when he was youthful, where he'd often be scolded for running off and trying to wander forests and caves in search of adventure like his father before him. His father, an adventurer once, turned leatherworker was keen on his two children following his footsteps. while Devlin did so, he did not with a smile. He often tried to still find adventure wherever possible, reading books on magic and monsters. Of course, being raised in the center of the Empire, specifically Cheydinhal of Cyrodil, it wasn't out of his reach to do more. But, he found himself stuck to his parents store.
He ended up hopping a boat in the late teenage years of his life, traveling out to places unknown to him. Bringing with clothes, some coin, books, and a knife. Thinking he'd find grand adventure wherever he would end up. The truth, was far from true. Instead, he ended up working as an Inn's cleaner when his adventures locked him down with no food, provisions, or even an idea where to begin.
Eventually, he managed to convince a small troupe to hire him on as basically a packmule. Carrying their supplies in tow with him as they did the actual hard parts. Its where he found his first tate of danger, as well. Spiders, Wolves, creatures he had no idea what to call them. The danger scared him, but the excitement that he had... it wasn't enough. He needed more.
Years passed, where he moved up from a packmule to having his own reigns on the world now. Traveling about, he found his way to Akavir, where he decided his journey would truly begin. It was here he would become an adventurer, not just a child with dreams of it, nor the slave of another group. No, this was his story...
((Also, Skooma Kills, and apologies on already re-posting. Minor ammendments take me little time. Added his home town and sucj, though its minor as I try to keep as much of his past for character Dev. as I can, and a second paragraph of RP Example.))
**Out of Character**
IGN: ShaneCope
Age: 22
How did you find us? Google search for RP servers
What Roleplay experience do you have? Various Roleplay servers on MC over the years and on other games
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC reasons/knowledge to change your IC actions
Define Power-gaming in your words: Playing to win and not for fun, going for over-strong combos, etc
Define God-Modding in your words: Controlling things around you without consent.
**In Character**
Name: Bauren Augrems
Nickname: (Optional)None
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Bauren is a man that does not seem to stand out much among other Nords. A native to Skyrim, he is built for mountains and cold. His body is thick with both muscle and fat, and his long blonde hair seems wild yet insulating. He wears garb made from goat skins and bear pelts, topping off the image of a typical Nord man from a small village. His hands always seem dirty, as if he spends his days working with them. A pair of thick boots on Bauren's feet seem as old as the Nord himself. They are patched, worn, yet still appear sturdy beneath his feet.
Personality: The Augrem family has roots in Skyrim so old that they cannot trace their origins anymore. The proud family of Nords had a tradition of standing up to defend their land. Stormcloak soldiers, City Guards, and various other roles are the tradition and upbringings that led to Bauren's birth. It was only natural that this Nord would be proud, strong, and stubborn. When he finds a place he can call home, he will defend it to his last breath. His stubbornness ranges from not giving up on a rope knot to not retreating a hopeless cause. Bauren is a warrior through and through. He not only feels a duty to his family to be an honorable soldier, but he feels he owes it to Skyrim to represent the Nords well wherever he may travel. Times of peace are not painful to Bauren, as one might assume, but instead allow him to hone his skills and build a life for himself. He accepts friends easily and is willing to work with people who were once an enemy. Someday he hopes to find himself honored among his kin in Sovngard, where he knows he will go after dying in battle.
In-game RP example:
*Leaving the Bannered Mare in Whiterun*
"...I can't believe she turned me down, again..." Goluf Battle-Born said as the two exit the Inn.
"To be fair, you've been after her for years with no success. When will you learn that your grandparents feud won't allow you to be with her? You're bound to cause another war, friend. Not one I want to see among friends here in Whiterun." Bauren replied.
"What's the worst that could happen? I thought that was all behind them."
"Maybe.. but you have drawing the wrong attention from her uncles lately.. hey what's that?" Bauren almost couldn't finish his question before two men in covering hoods and armor jump out in front of them, wielding bows with dangerous looking arrows. Not a word is spoken before they put both arrows into Goluf's chest.
"Goluf!" Bauren pulls out his axe to charge the assassins. The two men flee between houses and vanish, right by the Grey-Mane house.
"This feud.. they killed my best friend for it. I will be next if I don't find my way out of here. I've seen too much." Bauren says to himself as he quickly makes his way home in the dark.
"Father, good you're awake." he says to the older man seated by the fire.
"I want to take that offer you showed me the other day. I'm taking the guard job on the next ship out to Akavir. High risk, high pay. But I need to get out of town, and soon."
"My son, you will make me proud, speak to your uncle in Winterhold, he is still hiring men to go. Talos guide you, Bauren."
Background:
As a young child, Bauren was mesmerized by the stories of his Nord ancestors fighting in epic wars and helping to end the dragon menaces. He dreamed of going on his own adventure of peril, fighting a new battle, perhaps even in a far off land, to gain honor for his family and return home overflowing with treasures.
Things changed, however, when his family moved out of Winterhold and into Whiterun. Whiterun was a paradise for Nords. His life became easy, and selling goods at the local market opened his world up to those from all over Tamriel. He was content to make gold that way, selling mostly firewood and tools he crafted. He was not a weapons giant like a couple smiths in town had become, nor did he make armor. Simple tools, simple man.
This Nord would carve names, phrases and images into his work for customers and for personal pleasure. He made enough to survive and help his family. A popular saying he sold on many axe handles was "Skooma kills!", the younger ones loved the fun saying and made helping with chores seem more fun.
This comfortable life killed the warrior in Bauren, at least for a time. One day when he and his best friend, a member of the Battle-Born family, were out in town, his friend was murdered for getting too close to a girl from a feuding family. This sparked both anger and fear in him. He chose to flee from Skyrim and join a crew heading for Akavir. He would chase his childhood dreams of becoming an honorable soldier, and make money doing so. He swore to return one day and truly avenge his friend Goluf, to make him smile in Svongard before he joined him there himself.
Im so sorry to everyone for how long this is taking, the new system is harder for us to use, Im going to make a thread for us to use Enjin again as this is unbareable, and the very fact that so many of you are being missed is awful, It took me two weeks for me to be first reviewed when Akavir first was opened and to think we've returned to this system is terrible, until then Ill be whitelisting on here as much as possible, but its very difficult to keep up with it thanks to the difficulties that come with MCforums.
My deepest apologies about this, and I hope we'll soon be as effective as usual.
-Whitelister Knight.
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"You are the Warlord now. You have been with me throughout my reign, now make me proud."~Warlord Karashuk'nil Rayzee
"Those are brave men," he told Ser Balon in admiration. "Let's go kill them." -Tyrion Lannister
"I will hurt you for this. A day will come when your joy will turn to ashes and you will know the debt is paid."-Tyrion Lannister
"Is there singing in the Void? Dancing? Surely the Dread Lord will at least allow poor Cicero to caper..."-Cicero
**Out of Character** IGN: Theviper235 Age: 14 How did you find us? I was accepted to the server prior to the owner switch What Roleplay experience do you have? I have been accepted onto two serious RP servers (Akavir and Reclamation) Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-Gaming is learning somthing OOC and using it IC. Basically, You only know what your character knows. Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is the act of forcing an action upon another character. Define God-Modding in your words: God-Modding is essentially being godlike. An example would be "Catches arrows and throws them back"
**In Character** Name: Grolotz Urzgo Nickname: (Optional) Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Orc Appearance: Grolotz has long black hair which is tied down the back of his head by a gold ring. He stands 6 feet tall with muscular legs and arms. He has one blank white eye, the other yellow with a black pupil. He has no facial hair but has a worn leather chestplate and worn leather leggings as well with many tears in the leather. He wears a bear skin robe 'round his back. Personality: Theres nothing Grolotz enjoys more than smithing and fighting, And hes good at both due to the fact he'd been doing the two things at a young age in his stronghold. Although he seems fearless he has one fear and thats spiders, large ones at that. Grolotz is also a fast learner. In-game RP example: (Include dialog) Grolotz: *Enters inn and sees a drunk nord downing large amounts of ale* Grolotz: *Walks to Inkeepers table* Grolotz: How much would a bottle of ale cost? Inkeeper: That would be 10 gold sir. Grolotz: Perfect *Hands inkeeper 10 gold* Inkeeper: Here, Just try not to end up like him *Hands ale then points to drunk Nord* Nord: Excuse me you ? *Said slurred and loud* Nord: What do you mean end up like me?? *Said slurred and loud* Nord: *Throws empty ale bottle at Inkeeper* Inkeeper: *Attempts to duck beneath desk but the bottle clips her shoulder* Inkeeper: *Yells in pain loudly* Grolotz: HEY! *Yells* Grolotz: *Grabs alto wine bottle off of desk and hurls it at the Nords leg* Nord: *The bottle explodes and sends glass deep into his leg* Why you! *Charges with a limp towards Grolotz* Grolotz: *When the Nord is close enough, Attempts to grab by throat, lift, and slam into the ground* Nord: *Gets lifted and thrown into the wood floor being knocked out on impact.* Grolotz: Someone needs to get help for this woman...
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Grolotz grew up in an orc stronghold near Riften called Largashbur. Growing up Grolotz was fascinated with the art of smithing and two handed combat. Grolotz was the only child in the stronghold due to the fact that only the chief of the stronghold could have children. Although Grolotz had no friends in the stronghold he was rarely lonely. In his spare time he'd chop wood or watch his father smith. Grolotz didn't get to see his father often because he normally was busy with something. As Grolotz progressed into his teenage years he began to do more chores around the stronghold to earn some money. As a young teenager he often dreamed of leaving the stronghold. He knew his father would be far from happy if he actually left the stronghold because he wanted his only son to one day duel him to become chief not to become a "City Orc". With some coin in his pocket Grolotz often tried sneaking out of the stronghold at night heading towards Riften to purchase ale and such. Grolotz had rarely ever succeeded in leaving the Stronghold but that didnt stop him from trying. Whenever he was caught trying to leave he was brought to his father who was furious at the fact he was trying to leave. His father thought he was too young to make the trip with all of the potential dangers lurking ahead. As Grolotz began to mature and get older he decided it was time to learn the art of smithing. His father began to teach him how to smith using orichalcum and various other ores that were available to them. As months passed Grolotz learned about how to use the grindstone and the forge. Once his father taught him everything he knew about smithing weaponry he began to teach him about the smithing of armors. Grolotz being the fast learner that he is knew how to craft fine armors and weaponry in short amounts of time. Once Grolotz became 27 he decided it was time to leave the stronghold reguardless of whether his father cared or not. Late at night one day Grolotz entered his and his fathers home and began piling his belongings into a sack. After he had his stuff he wrote a note saying goodbye to his father and set it on a table. Grolotz then abandoned the stronghold and made his way to Riften. Grolotz set up a small stall in the center of Riften and began selling armor and weapons he had crafted. After a few weeks passed he had enough money to purchase a horse and had virtually no gear left to sell. After he purchased the horse he shut his stall down, Gathered his things, and set off towards Solitude. Once arriving in Solitude Grolotz had alot of spare time so he'd often help around the docks which had gotten him nice coin and made him quite muscular. With the money he had earned at the docks he purchased a battle axe and began to practice when he wasnt working at the docks. Since he had no place to sleep he often slept at the Inn. More than often there were drunks in the Inn which began to become a problem.One day Grolotz left his room to find a Drunk nord throwing bottles at people who were leaving. Grolotz had ran towards the Nord and grabbed him by the throat with both hands. He smashed the Drunks head onto a table which left the Nord laying there as if dead. Grolotz was suprised to find the city guard blasting into the Inn and arresting him on sight. While in jail the Orc had been furious. He often thought that his arrest wasnt right they shouldve arrested the Drunk. Grolotz began to consider escaping. One night he finally had the courage to try. A friend of his at the docks informed him of ship coming by that night. Grolotz had found a way from his cell to the sewers which lead to the docks. Managing to crawl into the sewer entrance he found his way to the docks. Upon swimming to the surface he sighted a large ship which was certain to be the one his friend had described. Grolotz climbed up onto the docks and saw a large wooden box. Without hesitating he stuffed himself into the box and awaited for the ship. Once the ship was close enough he could hear men lifting crates onto the ship. What had heard like to men approaching him began to lift the crate he was in onto the ship. For the next few days he was sailing somewhere except he didnt know where. The boat had finally stopped and people were unloading crates. Once Grolotz crate was off the ship he waited until the ship began to depart so he could exit the crate. Upon exiting the crate he began to wander about wondering where he was... Little did he know he was in Akavir
-Personality, Appearance need expansion
-One cannot learn Conjuration so easily, or any magic for that matter. Your character will need formal training.
-Why is the mage coming to Akavir?
Denied, for now.
-Personality and Appearance need expansion
-RP Conflict really shows us nothing of your knowledge. Please do not have the conflict end so abruptly
-If the Hircine chamber you are referring to is in Valguard, digging your way out would result in him drowning from the flooding of the city.
Denied for now.
-Appearance and Personality need expansion
Denied, for now.
Nowhere near Valguard. OOC: IGN: Bocaj177 Age: 15 What RolePlay experience do you have, other than Akavir? Been RPing four about four years now. Was a Semi-Admin on Dragonsreach RP. Whitelister for a few others. Experience on Akavir, I have been both whitelister and RP Mod. Also have experience in creating skins for RP. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC information to you advantage IG.Said person hears said location of said person's character on the TS server. Said person finds their character IG and kills them. Define Power-gaming in your words: Forceably putting actions onto other players without them being able to do anything. Define God-Modding in your words: Keeping yourself from dieing. Falling from a cliff, and getting up and briskly running away from your enemy. IC: Name: Alvor Nickname: (Optional) The Great Wolf Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Nord Appearance: Blonde hair. Braided beard. Blue tribal paint, covering the showing parts of his body. Scars on his back, from being whipped. (See Backstory/and /or/Wolfstriders Lore) He is a stout man, at a whopping six feet one inches. He has no fingernail on his right pinky because his baby cousin bit it off. He weighs around 240-260. Personality: He is not a particularly hot-headed man, but has been known to "snap necks". He loves the being in the heat of battle. He is kind to most, and is most fond of orcs. He very much so does not like High elves, because of, well...who does? Example of in-game RP conflict between two characters: *Man 2 & 3 are walking along a road in the forest. They hear a rustling in the brush ahead.* Man 3: *Speaking to Man 2* Says, "Go hide, I will take care of this", as he attempts to notch an arrow on the string of his bow. The notching undoubtedly fails, but he doesn't realize it. *Man 1 emerges from the brush blade drawn* Man 1: *Raises large knife above man 3* "I'm gonna gut you like a fish" *Man 3 attempts to launch the arrow but it flimsily falls to the dirt* *Man 1 attempts to hit Man 3 in the head with his knife* *The hit lands and Man 3 is heavily dazed* *Man 1 begins to look sickly* Man 3: *Has a look of terror, while being tied up, as man 1 raises the knife* -Rustling in the brush nearby can again be heard, but is not paid much attention.- Man 2: "Not if I gut you first!" *from behind attempts to stab man 1 in the back with his shortsword *Man 1: *Now the look of terror on his face, falls over dead because skooma kills* Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Was born near the Skyrim/Cyrodiil border to "hunting family". Alvor's father was killed in the second war with the Thalmor, so his uncle took him in, though was not there very much. When Alvor became of age, he was put through the annual ceremonies of his long lived family.He was sent into the mountains, during a blizzard. He was not aloud to return for 2 years. When he returned and had not died, the family welcomed him with open arms. This event was to prove your strength and toughness. To weed out the weak of the gene pool.After succeeding this task, he was rewarded by his elder, which after the death of his grandfather and because of his father's death, was his uncle, what his family called "The Gift". After receiving this the young men who survived, are then put in cages until they learn to briefly control "The Gift". This can take many years, being given more freedom, for different levels of control over time. They are whipped, beaten, and only fed raw meat, until then.After he somewhat reached a point of control he was let loose, and again welcomed by his family. But this time, as a man. His uncle was a very strong and noble man, who fought alongside Alvor's uncle in Second Great War. They made many Thalmor heads roll. So Alvor respected the man. A few years later Alvor's uncle left home on business, with his two Argonian, and Orc friends, that he had met in battle.They were gone far longer then the needed time, so Alvor became worried for his uncle. He wanted to leave but was unable because his elders thought it not wise. Much time passed and Alvor grew in wisdom, and respect, and even more than those two in skill.After much more time Alvor's uncle returned. He explained his absence and spent more time with his family, and with Alvor. Soon Alvor felt that his uncle did not have the strength to lead any more. So as tradition was, he killed his uncle and took over, by challenge in combat.He then set out to the place his uncle came back from, by ship, to restore his family name there.Family History:http://www.rp-craft....60-wolfstriders How your character survived Akavir: (Read "How to Survive" above) Alvor was in the worship chamber to Hircine, when the ground started to shake and the foundation of the fort shook as well. He got up to see what was going on but as he walked up the steps the entrance collapsed and he was trapped. He was stuck there for a few days as he dug himself out and after day three he had to squeeze the moisture from the worms for water. After digging for four days he say a glimpse of daylight through a hole in the rubble. Hope restored Alvor removed to axe from his back and began breaking up the rubble until he was free.
I'm trying to come back Fox. Then the the Application-bane shall be re-forged, and the terrible apps will be repelled back to the depths from which they came, and the worthy shall be rewarded with entry to the heavens.
IGN: ThermalGhost365
Age: 16
How did you find us?
What Roleplay experience do you have?
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is where you use OOC knowledge IC, like when you see someone’s nametag floating above their head, and run around a wall to go talk to them. This is Metagaming because that nametag is not floating above their head IC.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming is making your character do something that wouldn’t be humanly able, or doing something to another character without their consent. E.g; “*John punches Dan in the face*” the correct way would be: “*John swings a punch at Dan, aiming for his face*”.
Define God-Modding in your words:
Godmodding is essentially powergaming it's making your character invincible. E.G *Dodges all his punches* or *Dodges the 20 arrows* *Counters the knife from behind and stabs the man in the throat*
**In Character**
Name:Jon Worrinkag
Nickname:
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human - Nord
Appearance: Standing at 6ft tall he was the tallest of all his family. When in public he was taller than most except a few "abnormal" people.
Jons eyes often being admired for being an icy blue like the deep blue water in the icy glaciers, it is a distinct feature of his that he can be easily identified by.
Jon has dirty blond hair, not that of a tramp on the street but a clean haired dark blond with hair that rests on his broad shoulders.
Jon wears a rough leather jacket, it has reinforced elbows and knees, these have lots of scratches and tears that have been quickly sewn up. This makes it is to tell Jon has been wearing it for a long time and all the time.
Personality: Jon has always been playful and wanting to have fun. Ever since he was a kid he loved to play with friends, perhaps now he likes to have fun in other ways than hide and seek.
Jon is a good leader and a follower, he has gained the leadership qualities from being trained as a guard at his fathers estate. Jon can take orders and likes to take orders he gained this from travelling as a merchant.
Jon is a caring soul, he always tends to those less off than him and he tries his best to respect those less off.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*A warm day at the blacksmith forge*
*Enter a traveller*
Jon: What do you need stranger?
Stranger: I need a steel dagger, My iron one broke a few nights back
Jon: Ah let me get one for you. *picks up dagger from the shelf*
Stranger: How much would that be my good friend?
Jon: 50 gold
Stranger: Here *hands over small money pouch*
Jon: Feels a little light *stands up* About half short!
Stranger: Oh I have no idea what you are talking about... There is 50 gold in there *lies in fear*
Jon: *Sets dagger on table, Emptys pouch on table, *At a glance there is obviously not 50 coins in the purse* I was right its short!
Stranger: *Walks towards table* Oh I must have some... *grabs dagger and attempts to hold it to Jons neck*
Jon: *Walks back* Prepare to die you thieving scum!
Stranger: Oh I think not you filthy hu...
Jon: *Lunges at the man attempting to punch him*
Stranger: *Is caught off guard and is dazed by the strike*
Jon: *Kicks the mans knee whilst he is dazed*
Stranger: *Falls over due to the force of the kick*
Jon: *Uses his strength to attempt to pry the dagger from the man*
Stranger: Stop I yield *lets go of the weapon*
Jon: *Helps the stranger up wearily* Now give me my gold...
Stranger: Ok here *hands over 20 gold*
Jon: Now beat it *kicks dagger towards the stranger*
Stranger: Thank you... Friend, Thank you... *Scrabbles to his feet picking up the dagger and runs off into the woods*
Jon: *Sits down at the grindstone and starts sharpening various other weapons with adrenaline still in his system*
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Jon grew up on an estate outside on the edge of Skyrim with his mother, father and his brother Edgar on their estate. He had dirty blond hair, blue coloured eyes, Always wore padded trousers and a shirt, he was 6 foot and an average build. Jon had a few close friends when he was young who were also estate children. Everyday he would run around an orchard behind the house with them, they would laugh and run through the crops trampling them like they don't care. Of course Jon's father always shouted at him but, he was after all a kid and he didn't hold it against him. Jon's favourite game was hide and seek, he would hide up a tree or among the plants, he always won. Jon's family was quite wealthy. Jon family made most of their income from investments in local businesses. Jon started working for his father for the rest of his teenage years as an estate guard this was due to Jon's obbession with " swords mastery" he had grown tired of labouring and wanted to be a guard for one of the skyrim cities... But his dad wanted him to defend this estate instead. Jon started to build up muscles and stunt his growth by training with heavy swords and doing physical tests. At the age of 18 Jon left home. Trying to make a living for himself and not relying on his fathers gold.
For the first time he was on his own. He began to travel around the land trying to find work, He eventually met a man called Nikolia who said Jon can help him as a travelling merchant. Jon entrigued and eager to help accepted his offer and traveled across Skyrim selling basic wares like iron bars and leather. It was a well payed job but also had uncomfortable sleeping conditions and living conditions. Jon still loved the job despite those minor fallbacks. Jon always spared a piece of gold for those in need, every night he was in a town or any sort of settlement he would sneak away from Nikolia and buy the poor food or a place to stay. He got to visit many places and see beautiful scenery. It seemed it was going some well, He got a lot of gold and had a new best friend called Nikolia but when life was at its high it was about to get to a low. One night whilst Jon and Nikolia were sleeping they were woken by sounds of sculling and loud whispers. When Jon opened his eyes he seen his goods and gold were being stolen by a group of 3 men, Jon hit Nikolia to wake him up and tell him what is happening, Nikolia unsheathed his dagger and jumped out of the wagon and started waving it at the men. The men ran in fear with Jon's and Nikolias gold and equipment. It was not long after this had happened that Nikolia and Jon grew further and further away from each other until one morning Nikolia spoke to Jon and wished him goodbye and made Jon leave his wagon . Due to this Jon became upset, he was an emotional person he thought Nikolia as a friend but it turns out he dumped him like Jon dumped his family...
In depression he decided he needed somewhere to settle down, a place of security and people, somewhere safe, somewhere he can have family... Home. So he decided to move back to the estate, a huge walled and safe home that he had grown up in and he seen how much it has changed since he left home those years ago. So he arrived in the capitol a few days later and got a job in his fathers estate as a guard again defending his other family everyday and looking after the valuables. He was quite well paid for the job and he got a room in the house and free food. Life seemed to become very easy from that point onwards, Jon was uneasy about this and decided to leave yet again...
He went far away to a place called Avakir which he had heard rumours of a "gold island" perhaps Jon went in hope of meeting new people and starting fresh or perhaps for greed.He didn't know but one thing he did know was...
He will never return home...
And remember Skooma Kills
IGN: Shin_Takeshi
Age: 22
How did you find us? forum Search
What Roleplay experience do you have? A great, great deal.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using information you know Out of Character, but that is foreign to your Character, in order to gain an advantage within a roleplaying Situation.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Bending or Ignoring Roleplay, or forcing actions upon anouther character despite what they may be able to do. Ignoring wounds, or effects.
Define God-Modding in your words: Being unbeatable, in any situation. Bending rules beyond powergaming to keep ones character alive.
**In Character**
Name: Devlin Charst
Nickname: None
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: His body is adorned in loose clothing, save for the straps that hold his items and whatever blade he may have at the time. His head is usually covered with a leather cap that covers all but his jaw, where his black goatee hangs from. his chin.
Personality: For the most part a curious and excitable man. Hes rather good mannered and good natured, and when it comes to things he believes in he is rather blunt and determined.
In-game RP example:
"Guys, let us not get too out of hand here." Said the Imperial, Devlin, to the two orcs that were leering over him, chuckling a bit in hopes he might leave from this situation intact. "How about I buy your next rounds, aye?"
Background:
Devlin was always a curious child. Reading stories, and playing adventurer with his brother when he was youthful, where he'd often be scolded for running off and trying to wander forests and caves in search of adventure like his father before him. His father, an adventurer once, turned leatherworker was keen on his two children following his footsteps. while Devlin did so, he did not with a smile. He often tried to still find adventure wherever possible, reading books on magic and monsters.
He ended up hopping a boat in the late teenage years of his life, traveling out to places unknown to him. Bringing with clothes, some coin, books, and a kinfe. Thinking he'd find grand adventure wherever he would end up. The truth, was far from true. Instead, he ended up working as an Inn's cleaner when his adventures locked him down with no food, provisions, or even an idea where to begin.
Eventually, he managed to convince a small troupe to hire him on as basically a packmule. Carrying their supplies in tow with him as they did the actual hard parts. Its where he found his first tate of danger, as well. Spiders, Wolves, creatures he had no idea what to call them. The danger scared him, but the excitement that he had... it wasn't enough. He needed more.
Years passed, where he moved up from a packmule to having his own reigns on the world now. Traveling about, he found his way to Akavir, where he decided his journey would truly begin. It was here he would become an adventurer, not just a child with dreams of it, nor the slave of another group. No, this was his story...
Also, Skooma Kills
Inquire on the RPcraft Akavir forums
IGN:None
Age:11(Sorry)
How did you find us?I love the ES games and have been a fan for years. I found it when looking for RP servers.
What Roleplay experience do you have?TES 3,4,5 all the way through.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Not sure but seems bad.
Define Power-gaming in your words:I dunno.
Define God-Modding in your words:Being invincible and annoying.
**In Character**
Name:Kaiont
Nickname: (Optional)
Age:23
Gender:Male
Race:Khajiit
Appearance:Lightly armored, tall ears, war paint across right eye, large scar on left arm, orcish sword at side.
Personality:Light tempered, but readily prepared during battle.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)The giant charged toward the High Elves, as one said, long silvery hair blowing behind,"You take the left side and hit'em with your bow."
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.)Kaiont was an unhappy boy. The first years of his life were spent on the road, and a meal of bread and stew came, if not once a day. Hungry, poor, and terrorized was how he spent his first years. By the time he was eight, his caravan had reached a route in High Rock, that on the later stage went through Hammerfell. One day, the caravan was extemporaneously interrupted by a group of Imperial Officers who discovered a sack of skooma, so his family was taken captive by the Officers. Once he was transported to Cyrodill, they sent Kaiont away out of the Imperial City into Solstheim, where he was adopted by a Nordic family in a Nordic settlement. By now he was 9 and a half, mature enough to be apprenticed by his father, Rienull. Kaiont learned the forge, for he was a child prodigy. By the time Kaiont was 15, his father was sick and dying,but by this time, Kaiont had crafted some of the finest Nordic Carved Armour. While in the month of Heartfire, Rienull died. Furious, Kaiont set out for Cyrodill seeking revenge. When he was 17, he came across a group of well armed bandits hiding out in a cave not far from the Imperial city. He made plans to secretly attack on the following month. The day of the attack, Kaiont had been injured in training. His arm was badly wounded, so he was unable to seek his lost family. Kaiont later learned the bandits who left never returned. Now at age 18, he left for High Rock in search of business. By now he had obtained adept war skills, forging techniques, and trading and bartering skills. Once he arrived, he learned of a new land known as Akavir. Kaiont thought maybe this place was the answer. He began working for a local forge, were he made a living out of arms and armor. By the time he was 23, he had made enough to buy a house and move to Akavir. Also Skooma Kills.
IGN: Akait
Age: 19
How did you find us? Looking through the minecraft forums.
What Roleplay experience do you have? 4-5 years on a different roleplay format, Multi Theft Auto.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using Out of Character knowledge to gain in character advantages.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing something that's inhumanly possible, forcing your actions on others.
Define God-Modding in your words: Enhancing your game experience to gain a unfair advantage over other players.
**In Character**Name: Drynjo
Nickname: Dry.
Age: 35
Gender: Male.
Race: Nord.
Appearance: He would be seemingly built, and thick arms like of a lumberjack. His hair color is a dirty blond and he has scars running all along his arms and hands. He has the legs of a runner and the feet of a clown, he keeps the same facial expression at all times, a neutral look.
Personality: Calm, prefers to talk rather than fight, kind hearted and humble.
In-game RP example: *Drynjo raises the axe high above his head slamming it down into the lumber in front of him, releasing a grunt as the axe strikes the lumber. Dagljo yells from across the yard "Be careful with that, no needs to take your frustrations out on it!"
Background: I grew up with my brother Dagljo back in Skyrim, we didn't live a rich life but it was a happy one. Our father provided during the day and was a successful lumberjack, our mother worked in the local stalls and we had to provide for ourselves. We lived in our dad's logging camp along the Darkwater River in Eastmarch. Both of us followed our father's footsteps and moved out by the time we were 17, we kept traveling through Skyrim. We met a few kind folk along the way, and some weird fellows. After the age-long adventure we ended up in Akavir, set up a small shack and made it into a logging camp of our own. We keep to our own business and try not to interfere with other people.
Skooma Kills
Gotta Love 'em.
IGN: Alper535
Age: 19
How did you find us?: Looking for a RP server that is decent and has a nice playerbase, and I found this one on the forums.
What Roleplay experience do you have?: I roleplayed for a little bit over 4 years in Garrysmod/GTA San Andreas and know how to correctly roleplay
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is knowing out of character information in character and using it.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming is committing unhuman actions and forcing your actions onto others.
Define God-Modding in your words: Cheating and/or giving yourself an unfair advantage over players without playing by the rules.
**In Character**
Name: Dagljo
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Tall, big boned build with thick, callused hands. Facial hair seems to be dense and curly, the roots of his hair always seemingly damp from the constant perspiring.
Personality: Kindhearted, calm and humble. Stubborn at times.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) **Dagljo raises his two arms, swinging the fishing pole over his head as he casts the line into the river. A thick, sausage-like finger rests against the line to test for any resistance as he barks out, "Haven't got a single fish all day, just my luck."
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.) Growing up with a small family consisting of his brother and older sister in a logging camp, Dagljo was a hard working boy. A lumberyard owned by his father was the source of his hardwork, turning him into quite the laborer before he knew how to read. After deciding that business in Eastmarch wasn't too well, his brother and himself decided that leaving the camp on Darkwater river was most likely the best idea for him and his brother. Using a small reserve of their septims, two horses and a carriage were purchased by the two as they set off on a not-too familiar road in search of a good place to settle down and start a business. Akavir seemed a good place as any as they rode into the first town they could find, ready for a nice cup of mead and a warm bed to start their new lives. Skooma does in fact kill.
I like to write.
-Multiple errors in your grammar, mainly in backstory.
-Jon is an English name, please find an appropriate Nordic one.
-Although I see its not intentional your Rp example shows signs of power-gaming
-6 feet tall isn't actually that big for a Nord, this doesn't affect my judgement but you might want to make him slightly taller.
-Please fill in the "How you found us" and the "Roleplay experience" boxes, even if you have no examples.
-Why did he go to a town/city to get a job at his fathers estate instead of just visiting his father and getting hired that way?
-Remember that your Leather Jacket will have to be old fashioned/medieval, Id like a few more details about how it looks.
-Please extend your god-modding definition slightly.
Post a new copy of your app when you're finished, until they you are denied.
"Those are brave men," he told Ser Balon in admiration. "Let's go kill them." -Tyrion Lannister
"I will hurt you for this. A day will come when your joy will turn to ashes and you will know the debt is paid."-Tyrion Lannister
"Is there singing in the Void? Dancing? Surely the Dread Lord will at least allow poor Cicero to caper..."-Cicero
IGN: Theviper235
Age: 14
How did you find us? I was accepted to the server prior to the owner switch
What Roleplay experience do you have? I have been accepted onto two serious RP servers (Akavir and Reclamation)
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-Gaming is learning somthing OOC and using it IC. Basically, You only know what your character knows.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is the act of forcing an action upon another character.
Define God-Modding in your words: God-Modding is essentially being godlike. An example would be "Catches arrows and throws them back"
**In Character**
Name: Grolotz Urzgo
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Appearance: Grolotz has long black hair which is tied down the back of his head by a gold ring. He stands 6 feet tall with muscular legs and arms. He has one blank white eye, the other yellow with a black pupil. He has no facial hair but has a worn leather chestplate and worn leather leggings as well with many tears in the leather. He wears a bear skin robe 'round his back.
Personality: Theres nothing Grolotz enjoys more than smithing and fighting, And hes good at both due to the fact he'd been doing the two things at a young age in his stronghold. Although he seems fearless he has one fear and thats spiders, large ones at that. Grolotz is also a fast learner.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Grolotz: *Enters inn and sees a drunk nord downing large amounts of ale*
Grolotz: *Walks to Inkeepers table*
Grolotz: How much would a bottle of ale cost?
Inkeeper: That would be 10 gold sir.
Grolotz: Perfect *Hands inkeeper 10 gold*
Inkeeper: Here, Just try not to end up like him *Hands ale then points to drunk Nord*
Nord: Excuse me you ? *Said slurred and loud*
Nord: What do you mean end up like me?? *Said slurred and loud*
Nord: *Throws empty ale bottle at Inkeeper*
Inkeeper: *Attempts to duck beneath desk but the bottle clips her shoulder*
Inkeeper: *Yells in pain loudly*
Grolotz: HEY! *Yells*
Grolotz: *Grabs alto wine bottle off of desk and hurls it at the Nords leg*
Nord: *The bottle explodes and sends glass deep into his leg* Why you! *Charges with a limp towards Grolotz*
Grolotz: *When the Nord is close enough, Attempts to grab by throat, lift, and slam into the ground*
Nord: *Gets lifted and thrown into the wood floor being knocked out on impact.*
Grolotz: Someone needs to get help for this woman...
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Grolotz grew up in an orc stronghold near Riften called Largashbur. Growing up Grolotz was fascinated with the art of smithing and two handed combat. Grolotz was the only child in the stronghold due to the fact that only the chief of the stronghold could have children. Although Grolotz had no friends in the stronghold he was rarely lonely. In his spare time he'd chop wood or watch his father smith. Grolotz didn't get to see his father often because he normally was busy with something. As Grolotz progressed into his teenage years he began to do more chores around the stronghold to earn some money. As a young teenager he often dreamed of leaving the stronghold. He knew his father would be far from happy if he actually left the stronghold. With some coin in his pocket Grolotz often tried sneaking out of the stronghold at night heading towards Riften to purchase ale and such. Grolotz had rarely ever succeeded in leaving the Stronghold but that didnt stop him from trying. Whenever he was caught trying to leave he was brought to his father who was furious at the fact he was trying to leave. His father thought he was too young to make the trip with all of the potential dangers lurking ahead.
As Grolotz began to mature and get older he decided it was time to learn the art of smithing. His father began to teach him how to smith using orichalcum and various other ores that were available to them. As months passed Grolotz learned about how to use the grindstone and the forge. Once his father taught him everything he knew about smithing weaponry he began to teach him about the smithing of armors. Grolotz being the fast learner that he is knew how to craft fine armors and weaponry in short amounts of time.
Once Grolotz became 27 he decided it was time to leave the stronghold reguardless of whether his father cared or not. Late at night one day Grolotz entered his and his fathers home and began piling his belongings into a sack. After he had his stuff he wrote a note saying goodbye to his father and set it on a table. Grolotz then abandoned the stronghold and made his way to Riften.
Grolotz set up a small stall in the center of Riften and began selling armor and weapons he had crafted. After a few weeks passed he had enough money to purchase a horse and had virtually no gear left to sell. After he purchased the horse he shut his stall down, Gathered his things, and set off towards Solitude. Once arriving in Solitude Grolotz had alot of spare time so he'd often help around the docks which had gotten him nice coin and made him quite muscular. With the money he had earned at the docks he purchased a battle axe and began to practice when he wasnt working at the docks. Since he had no place to sleep he often slept at the Inn. More than often there were drunks in the Inn which began to become a problem.One day Grolotz left his room to find a Drunk nord throwing bottles at people who were leaving. Grolotz had ran towards the Nord and grabbed him by the throat with both hands. He smashed the Drunks head onto a table which left the Nord laying there as if dead. Grolotz was suprised to find the city guard blasting into the Inn and arresting him on sight. While in jail the Orc had been furious. He often thought that his arrest wasnt right they shouldve arrested the Drunk. Grolotz began to consider escaping. One night he finally had the courage to try. A friend of his at the docks informed him of ship coming by that night. Grolotz had found a way from his cell to the sewers which lead to the docks. Managing to crawl into the sewer entrance he found his way to the docks. Upon swimming to the surface he sighted a large ship which was certain to be the one his friend had described. Grolotz climbed up onto the docks and saw a large wooden box. Without hesitating he stuffed himself into the box and awaited for the ship. Once the ship was close enough he could hear men lifting crates onto the ship. What had heard like to men approaching him began to lift the crate he was in onto the ship. For the next few days he was sailing somewhere except he didnt know where. The boat had finally stopped and people were unloading crates. Once Grolotz crate was off the ship he waited until the ship began to depart so he could exit the crate. Upon exiting the crate he began to wander about wondering where he was...
Little did he know he was in Akavir
Skooma kills
-Definitions should be expanded (preferably with examples)
-Dagljo isn't really a lore-friendly name for a Nord. If anything, it would be an Argonian name, but not really.
-Expand upon appearance (height, weight, facial features, etc.)
-RP example isn't really RP. Perhaps show him interacting with someone. You don't have to be fighting, but it's easy to write.
-Backstory is too short, has to be at least two paragraphs. Explain how his childhood was, perhaps. Providence evidence of how he honed his skills. A common laborer doesn't get by too easily in Akavir, give him some sort of specialization.
-One does not simply ride a horse into Akavir. It is not a town, it is a continent about 1,000 miles away from Tamriel across an entire ocean.
If I were a whitelister, I would deny this.
IGN: Shin_Takeshi
Age: 22
How did you find us? forum Search
What Roleplay experience do you have? A great, great deal.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using information you know Out of Character, but that is foreign to your Character, in order to gain an advantage within a roleplaying Situation.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Bending or Ignoring Roleplay, or forcing actions upon anouther character despite what they may be able to do. Ignoring wounds, or effects.
Define God-Modding in your words: Being unbeatable, in any situation. Bending rules beyond powergaming to keep ones character alive.
**In Character**
Name: Devlin Charst
Nickname: None
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: His body is adorned in loose clothing, save for the straps that hold his items and whatever blade he may have at the time. His head is usually covered with a leather cap that covers all but his jaw, where his black goatee hangs from. his chin.
Personality: For the most part a curious and excitable man. Hes rather good mannered and good natured, and when it comes to things he believes in he is rather blunt and determined.
In-game RP example:
"Guys, let us not get too out of hand here." Said the Imperial, Devlin, to the two orcs that were leering over him, chuckling a bit in hopes he might leave from this situation intact. "How about I buy your next rounds, aye?" A weak smile as he lifted up his coinpurse, barely weighed down at all but if it would mean helping him escape harm, the lost coin was worth it.
Assuming the two agreed, Devlin would wander off while they were awaiting their drink. It wasn't wise to remain where strife had just happened. After all, there was word of adventure out to the north. He climbed up atop the mule he had purchased to haul loose gear, trotting off towards adventure!
Background:
Devlin was always a curious child. Reading stories, and playing adventurer with his brother when he was youthful, where he'd often be scolded for running off and trying to wander forests and caves in search of adventure like his father before him. His father, an adventurer once, turned leatherworker was keen on his two children following his footsteps. while Devlin did so, he did not with a smile. He often tried to still find adventure wherever possible, reading books on magic and monsters. Of course, being raised in the center of the Empire, specifically Cheydinhal of Cyrodil, it wasn't out of his reach to do more. But, he found himself stuck to his parents store.
He ended up hopping a boat in the late teenage years of his life, traveling out to places unknown to him. Bringing with clothes, some coin, books, and a knife. Thinking he'd find grand adventure wherever he would end up. The truth, was far from true. Instead, he ended up working as an Inn's cleaner when his adventures locked him down with no food, provisions, or even an idea where to begin.
Eventually, he managed to convince a small troupe to hire him on as basically a packmule. Carrying their supplies in tow with him as they did the actual hard parts. Its where he found his first tate of danger, as well. Spiders, Wolves, creatures he had no idea what to call them. The danger scared him, but the excitement that he had... it wasn't enough. He needed more.
Years passed, where he moved up from a packmule to having his own reigns on the world now. Traveling about, he found his way to Akavir, where he decided his journey would truly begin. It was here he would become an adventurer, not just a child with dreams of it, nor the slave of another group. No, this was his story...
((Also, Skooma Kills, and apologies on already re-posting. Minor ammendments take me little time. Added his home town and sucj, though its minor as I try to keep as much of his past for character Dev. as I can, and a second paragraph of RP Example.))
IGN: ShaneCope
Age: 22
How did you find us? Google search for RP servers
What Roleplay experience do you have? Various Roleplay servers on MC over the years and on other games
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC reasons/knowledge to change your IC actions
Define Power-gaming in your words: Playing to win and not for fun, going for over-strong combos, etc
Define God-Modding in your words: Controlling things around you without consent.
**In Character**
Name: Bauren Augrems
Nickname: (Optional)None
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Bauren is a man that does not seem to stand out much among other Nords. A native to Skyrim, he is built for mountains and cold. His body is thick with both muscle and fat, and his long blonde hair seems wild yet insulating. He wears garb made from goat skins and bear pelts, topping off the image of a typical Nord man from a small village. His hands always seem dirty, as if he spends his days working with them. A pair of thick boots on Bauren's feet seem as old as the Nord himself. They are patched, worn, yet still appear sturdy beneath his feet.
Personality: The Augrem family has roots in Skyrim so old that they cannot trace their origins anymore. The proud family of Nords had a tradition of standing up to defend their land. Stormcloak soldiers, City Guards, and various other roles are the tradition and upbringings that led to Bauren's birth. It was only natural that this Nord would be proud, strong, and stubborn. When he finds a place he can call home, he will defend it to his last breath. His stubbornness ranges from not giving up on a rope knot to not retreating a hopeless cause. Bauren is a warrior through and through. He not only feels a duty to his family to be an honorable soldier, but he feels he owes it to Skyrim to represent the Nords well wherever he may travel. Times of peace are not painful to Bauren, as one might assume, but instead allow him to hone his skills and build a life for himself. He accepts friends easily and is willing to work with people who were once an enemy. Someday he hopes to find himself honored among his kin in Sovngard, where he knows he will go after dying in battle.
In-game RP example:
*Leaving the Bannered Mare in Whiterun*
"...I can't believe she turned me down, again..." Goluf Battle-Born said as the two exit the Inn.
"To be fair, you've been after her for years with no success. When will you learn that your grandparents feud won't allow you to be with her? You're bound to cause another war, friend. Not one I want to see among friends here in Whiterun." Bauren replied.
"What's the worst that could happen? I thought that was all behind them."
"Maybe.. but you have drawing the wrong attention from her uncles lately.. hey what's that?" Bauren almost couldn't finish his question before two men in covering hoods and armor jump out in front of them, wielding bows with dangerous looking arrows. Not a word is spoken before they put both arrows into Goluf's chest.
"Goluf!" Bauren pulls out his axe to charge the assassins. The two men flee between houses and vanish, right by the Grey-Mane house.
"This feud.. they killed my best friend for it. I will be next if I don't find my way out of here. I've seen too much." Bauren says to himself as he quickly makes his way home in the dark.
"Father, good you're awake." he says to the older man seated by the fire.
"I want to take that offer you showed me the other day. I'm taking the guard job on the next ship out to Akavir. High risk, high pay. But I need to get out of town, and soon."
"My son, you will make me proud, speak to your uncle in Winterhold, he is still hiring men to go. Talos guide you, Bauren."
Background:
As a young child, Bauren was mesmerized by the stories of his Nord ancestors fighting in epic wars and helping to end the dragon menaces. He dreamed of going on his own adventure of peril, fighting a new battle, perhaps even in a far off land, to gain honor for his family and return home overflowing with treasures.
Things changed, however, when his family moved out of Winterhold and into Whiterun. Whiterun was a paradise for Nords. His life became easy, and selling goods at the local market opened his world up to those from all over Tamriel. He was content to make gold that way, selling mostly firewood and tools he crafted. He was not a weapons giant like a couple smiths in town had become, nor did he make armor. Simple tools, simple man.
This Nord would carve names, phrases and images into his work for customers and for personal pleasure. He made enough to survive and help his family. A popular saying he sold on many axe handles was "Skooma kills!", the younger ones loved the fun saying and made helping with chores seem more fun.
This comfortable life killed the warrior in Bauren, at least for a time. One day when he and his best friend, a member of the Battle-Born family, were out in town, his friend was murdered for getting too close to a girl from a feuding family. This sparked both anger and fear in him. He chose to flee from Skyrim and join a crew heading for Akavir. He would chase his childhood dreams of becoming an honorable soldier, and make money doing so. He swore to return one day and truly avenge his friend Goluf, to make him smile in Svongard before he joined him there himself.
My deepest apologies about this, and I hope we'll soon be as effective as usual.
-Whitelister Knight.
"Those are brave men," he told Ser Balon in admiration. "Let's go kill them." -Tyrion Lannister
"I will hurt you for this. A day will come when your joy will turn to ashes and you will know the debt is paid."-Tyrion Lannister
"Is there singing in the Void? Dancing? Surely the Dread Lord will at least allow poor Cicero to caper..."-Cicero
IGN: Theviper235
Age: 14
How did you find us? I was accepted to the server prior to the owner switch
What Roleplay experience do you have? I have been accepted onto two serious RP servers (Akavir and Reclamation)
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-Gaming is learning somthing OOC and using it IC. Basically, You only know what your character knows.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is the act of forcing an action upon another character.
Define God-Modding in your words: God-Modding is essentially being godlike. An example would be "Catches arrows and throws them back"
**In Character**
Name: Grolotz Urzgo
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Appearance: Grolotz has long black hair which is tied down the back of his head by a gold ring. He stands 6 feet tall with muscular legs and arms. He has one blank white eye, the other yellow with a black pupil. He has no facial hair but has a worn leather chestplate and worn leather leggings as well with many tears in the leather. He wears a bear skin robe 'round his back.
Personality: Theres nothing Grolotz enjoys more than smithing and fighting, And hes good at both due to the fact he'd been doing the two things at a young age in his stronghold. Although he seems fearless he has one fear and thats spiders, large ones at that. Grolotz is also a fast learner.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Grolotz: *Enters inn and sees a drunk nord downing large amounts of ale*
Grolotz: *Walks to Inkeepers table*
Grolotz: How much would a bottle of ale cost?
Inkeeper: That would be 10 gold sir.
Grolotz: Perfect *Hands inkeeper 10 gold*
Inkeeper: Here, Just try not to end up like him *Hands ale then points to drunk Nord*
Nord: Excuse me you ? *Said slurred and loud*
Nord: What do you mean end up like me?? *Said slurred and loud*
Nord: *Throws empty ale bottle at Inkeeper*
Inkeeper: *Attempts to duck beneath desk but the bottle clips her shoulder*
Inkeeper: *Yells in pain loudly*
Grolotz: HEY! *Yells*
Grolotz: *Grabs alto wine bottle off of desk and hurls it at the Nords leg*
Nord: *The bottle explodes and sends glass deep into his leg* Why you! *Charges with a limp towards Grolotz*
Grolotz: *When the Nord is close enough, Attempts to grab by throat, lift, and slam into the ground*
Nord: *Gets lifted and thrown into the wood floor being knocked out on impact.*
Grolotz: Someone needs to get help for this woman...
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Grolotz grew up in an orc stronghold near Riften called Largashbur. Growing up Grolotz was fascinated with the art of smithing and two handed combat. Grolotz was the only child in the stronghold due to the fact that only the chief of the stronghold could have children. Although Grolotz had no friends in the stronghold he was rarely lonely. In his spare time he'd chop wood or watch his father smith. Grolotz didn't get to see his father often because he normally was busy with something. As Grolotz progressed into his teenage years he began to do more chores around the stronghold to earn some money. As a young teenager he often dreamed of leaving the stronghold. He knew his father would be far from happy if he actually left the stronghold because he wanted his only son to one day duel him to become chief not to become a "City Orc". With some coin in his pocket Grolotz often tried sneaking out of the stronghold at night heading towards Riften to purchase ale and such. Grolotz had rarely ever succeeded in leaving the Stronghold but that didnt stop him from trying. Whenever he was caught trying to leave he was brought to his father who was furious at the fact he was trying to leave. His father thought he was too young to make the trip with all of the potential dangers lurking ahead.
As Grolotz began to mature and get older he decided it was time to learn the art of smithing. His father began to teach him how to smith using orichalcum and various other ores that were available to them. As months passed Grolotz learned about how to use the grindstone and the forge. Once his father taught him everything he knew about smithing weaponry he began to teach him about the smithing of armors. Grolotz being the fast learner that he is knew how to craft fine armors and weaponry in short amounts of time.
Once Grolotz became 27 he decided it was time to leave the stronghold reguardless of whether his father cared or not. Late at night one day Grolotz entered his and his fathers home and began piling his belongings into a sack. After he had his stuff he wrote a note saying goodbye to his father and set it on a table. Grolotz then abandoned the stronghold and made his way to Riften.
Grolotz set up a small stall in the center of Riften and began selling armor and weapons he had crafted. After a few weeks passed he had enough money to purchase a horse and had virtually no gear left to sell. After he purchased the horse he shut his stall down, Gathered his things, and set off towards Solitude. Once arriving in Solitude Grolotz had alot of spare time so he'd often help around the docks which had gotten him nice coin and made him quite muscular. With the money he had earned at the docks he purchased a battle axe and began to practice when he wasnt working at the docks. Since he had no place to sleep he often slept at the Inn. More than often there were drunks in the Inn which began to become a problem.One day Grolotz left his room to find a Drunk nord throwing bottles at people who were leaving. Grolotz had ran towards the Nord and grabbed him by the throat with both hands. He smashed the Drunks head onto a table which left the Nord laying there as if dead. Grolotz was suprised to find the city guard blasting into the Inn and arresting him on sight. While in jail the Orc had been furious. He often thought that his arrest wasnt right they shouldve arrested the Drunk. Grolotz began to consider escaping. One night he finally had the courage to try. A friend of his at the docks informed him of ship coming by that night. Grolotz had found a way from his cell to the sewers which lead to the docks. Managing to crawl into the sewer entrance he found his way to the docks. Upon swimming to the surface he sighted a large ship which was certain to be the one his friend had described. Grolotz climbed up onto the docks and saw a large wooden box. Without hesitating he stuffed himself into the box and awaited for the ship. Once the ship was close enough he could hear men lifting crates onto the ship. What had heard like to men approaching him began to lift the crate he was in onto the ship. For the next few days he was sailing somewhere except he didnt know where. The boat had finally stopped and people were unloading crates. Once Grolotz crate was off the ship he waited until the ship began to depart so he could exit the crate. Upon exiting the crate he began to wander about wondering where he was...
Little did he know he was in Akavir
Skooma kills
Nowhere near Valguard.
OOC:
IGN:
Bocaj177
Age:
15
What RolePlay experience do you have, other than Akavir?
Been RPing four about four years now. Was a Semi-Admin on Dragonsreach RP. Whitelister for a few others. Experience on Akavir, I have been both whitelister and RP Mod. Also have experience in creating skins for RP.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Using OOC information to you advantage IG.Said person hears said location of said person's character on the TS server. Said person finds their character IG and kills them.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Forceably putting actions onto other players without them being able to do anything.
Define God-Modding in your words:
Keeping yourself from dieing. Falling from a cliff, and getting up and briskly running away from your enemy.
IC:
Name:
Alvor
Nickname: (Optional)
The Great Wolf
Age:
27
Gender:
Male
Race:
Nord
Appearance:
Blonde hair. Braided beard. Blue tribal paint, covering the showing parts of his body. Scars on his back, from being whipped. (See Backstory/and /or/Wolfstriders Lore) He is a stout man, at a whopping six feet one inches. He has no fingernail on his right pinky because his baby cousin bit it off. He weighs around 240-260.
Personality:
He is not a particularly hot-headed man, but has been known to "snap necks". He loves the being in the heat of battle. He is kind to most, and is most fond of orcs. He very much so does not like High elves, because of, well...who does?
Example of in-game RP conflict between two characters:
*Man 2 & 3 are walking along a road in the forest. They hear a rustling in the brush ahead.*
Man 3: *Speaking to Man 2* Says, "Go hide, I will take care of this", as he attempts to notch an arrow on the string of his bow. The notching undoubtedly fails, but he doesn't realize it.
*Man 1 emerges from the brush blade drawn*
Man 1: *Raises large knife above man 3* "I'm gonna gut you like a fish"
*Man 3 attempts to launch the arrow but it flimsily falls to the dirt*
*Man 1 attempts to hit Man 3 in the head with his knife*
*The hit lands and Man 3 is heavily dazed*
*Man 1 begins to look sickly*
Man 3: *Has a look of terror, while being tied up, as man 1 raises the knife*
-Rustling in the brush nearby can again be heard, but is not paid much attention.-
Man 2: "Not if I gut you first!" *from behind attempts to stab man 1 in the back with his shortsword
*Man 1: *Now the look of terror on his face, falls over dead because skooma kills*
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Was born near the Skyrim/Cyrodiil border to "hunting family". Alvor's father was killed in the second war with the Thalmor, so his uncle took him in, though was not there very much. When Alvor became of age, he was put through the annual ceremonies of his long lived family.He was sent into the mountains, during a blizzard. He was not aloud to return for 2 years. When he returned and had not died, the family welcomed him with open arms. This event was to prove your strength and toughness. To weed out the weak of the gene pool.After succeeding this task, he was rewarded by his elder, which after the death of his grandfather and because of his father's death, was his uncle, what his family called "The Gift". After receiving this the young men who survived, are then put in cages until they learn to briefly control "The Gift". This can take many years, being given more freedom, for different levels of control over time. They are whipped, beaten, and only fed raw meat, until then.After he somewhat reached a point of control he was let loose, and again welcomed by his family. But this time, as a man. His uncle was a very strong and noble man, who fought alongside Alvor's uncle in Second Great War. They made many Thalmor heads roll. So Alvor respected the man. A few years later Alvor's uncle left home on business, with his two Argonian, and Orc friends, that he had met in battle.They were gone far longer then the needed time, so Alvor became worried for his uncle. He wanted to leave but was unable because his elders thought it not wise. Much time passed and Alvor grew in wisdom, and respect, and even more than those two in skill.After much more time Alvor's uncle returned. He explained his absence and spent more time with his family, and with Alvor. Soon Alvor felt that his uncle did not have the strength to lead any more. So as tradition was, he killed his uncle and took over, by challenge in combat.He then set out to the place his uncle came back from, by ship, to restore his family name there.Family History:http://www.rp-craft....60-wolfstriders
How your character survived Akavir: (Read "How to Survive" above)
Alvor was in the worship chamber to Hircine, when the ground started to shake and the foundation of the fort shook as well. He got up to see what was going on but as he walked up the steps the entrance collapsed and he was trapped. He was stuck there for a few days as he dug himself out and after day three he had to squeeze the moisture from the worms for water. After digging for four days he say a glimpse of daylight through a hole in the rubble. Hope restored Alvor removed to axe from his back and began breaking up the rubble until he was free. I'm trying to come back Fox. Then the the Application-bane shall be re-forged, and the terrible apps will be repelled back to the depths from which they came, and the worthy shall be rewarded with entry to the heavens.